Title: Tangible Illusions
Author: oregonblondie
Author's Contact Info: or warmrainicons Livejournal.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 695
Genre: alternate universe, angst
Pairings: Helo/Boomer, could maybe be a mention of Boomer/Cheif if you squint and tilt your head to the side.
Summary: Helo has his own Illusions.
Author's Note: This is set right before the Cylon attack and Galactica's decommissoning. Just my imagination wondering what it would be like if Helo went a little Gaius-crazy and started seeing an invisible Boomer.

And anyone who can tell me the signifigance of Sharon's dress colors gets a cookie.

xoxoxo

He could remember the first night she came to him. She was so beautiful, so perfect that he knew it was a dream. She was in love with the Chief, she couldn't possibly be in his rack, touching him, running her cold, thin hands up and down his chest.

He could still feel the light fabric of her dress as it ran across his skin. She was dressed in white, like an angel sent from the gods. He knew in his heart that she wasn't real. He knew, and yet everything that screamed in his head couldn't stop him from taking her in his arms. That first night the simply slept, his head resting on top of hers, a simple, perfect moment.

In the morning she was gone, cold air in the place of her warm, lithe body. He never told anyone. People would think he was crazy if he mentioned that he had spent the night with his Raptor pilot. But however implausible it was, to him it was real.

The next time he was asleep when she came. She was wearing the same white dress that hung and fell around her so perfectly, like a glowing aura. She just stood staring at him, sometimes lightly running her fingers over his face, drawing her thumb over his lips. When he finally woke and registered who was touching him, he gave a smile and parted his lips to say something. She rested her hand on his mouth to stop his words. She slowly bent, the dress showing the defined collarbone he never saw because of the flight-suit he always saw her in. Her bare skin was breathtaking, better than he would have ever imagined. Simply bending at the waist, she moved her face close to his, and barely brushed her lips against his. He closed his eyes and trued to press this moment into his mind, make it a moment that he would never forget, and when he opened his eyes again, his angel was gone, replaced by the dark room.

Then she came to him while he was reading. The rest of the rack was empty, the other people indulging in a card game or preparing for Galactica's decommissioning. The yellow light by his head made her skin shine gold as she climbed onto his bed and mimicked his posture, legs crossed Indian-style.

A smile crept across her lips and she spoke the first words he could remember her saying to him. Their past and present relationship was gone, the reality of his unrequited pining lost. "We are the future."

He wanted to question her, ask her to elaborate but found that he couldn't speak. Her smile winded and she spoke again as she took both his hands into hers, "It will all make sense soon. Just have faith. God has a plan for us. Have Faith." She reached out and pressed her palm flat against his forehead. Her hand felt dry, but water seemed to drip from it and down his face. For a split second the smile faded and she looked blank, eyes glassy and vacant. Then she slowly climbed from his bed and drifted past Fuzzy as he drunkenly stumbled into the rack.

She showed up the next night while he was asleep. This time was different though. Instead of the gauzy white gown he usually saw her in, she wore a silky green dress. It caught every light in the rack and spread it like a prism. She picked up his hand and pressed it flat onto her abdomen.

"We are Adam and Eve. We will be the ones to save the universe when all falls apart. Our love will last forever and be present in every moment from now until forever."

Her words were quiet, so quiet he had to strain to hear them. His girl spoke of them as saviors and birds, that the moments they would share would echo through time and space. Every word was like another note of music to him.

"The Rapture is coming and God will only save the worthy," She pressed his hand harder against her abdomen.

"Have Faith. We. Are. Coming"

xoxoxo

So tell me what you think of it. I would love to hear any feedback since this is my first BSG writing and I'm kind of a newbie to the fandom. You've obviously read it, so please just tell me what you think.

And if you liked this, look out for the next part. I've decided to write at least 3 more parts taking place throughout seasons 1 & 2.